It’s amazing how I always find something when I’ve stopped looking for it.
This morning I went to open my file cabinet and when I pulled on the bottom drawer an envelope fell from the top. Of course I had to open it to see what was inside, and what I found made me smile.
September 11, 2001, the world forever changed.
September 12, 2001, I still had to get up and go to work. My job required feeding livestock, and watering pumpkins. My family and I grew a pumpkin patch in Northern California, and from October 1 to October 31, the local school children and their families would come get their pumpkins, enjoy the hay ride, and run in the sun. As I was leaving to go the pumpkin patch I went down to our barn and grabbed my American Flag.
When I arrived at the patch I drove our tractor into the middle of our field. Then I took my flag and stuck it within the tractor. I wanted the flag to have height so everyone who drove by would be reminded that we are still the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
For the next 8 days I noticed how people would pull off the side of the road to take a picture of the tractor and the flag or some brought their easels and paint and they created their vision of the flag within the field.
September 30, 2001, I drove by the field and my heart saw a field of dreams. It was at that moment that God prompted my heart to go and get white fabric, red and blue markers, and make a Field of Dreams that people could actually see.
October 1, 2001, 300 school children arrived to go and pick out their perfect pumpkins. My family and friends helped as all the school children got off their buses, escorting them to the empty field of dreams. We gave each child a white piece of fabric and a pen. Their mission was to write down what they aspired to be when they grew up.
When October 31, 2001, arrived we had over 2,000 children who wrote “their dream” within a field. Many wanted to join the service, or wear a badge. Some wanted to be school teachers, architects, farmers, the list goes on and on, but then there was one who wanted to be a pastor. I can still hear his mother asking, “What’s this? You want to be a pastor?”
For over five years I’ve been looking for these three pictures, and today I found them.
What I love most about a photograph is it provides a visual to a memory that can be shared with others. I can’t believe it’s been over 10 years since these photographs were taken, and those young children are now adults. Some went on to college, many got married and are now having children, and some are no longer with us today.
I’m not sure how many of those children actually became what they wrote down, but what I do know is that each one had a dream, and the moment they wrote it down, they switched from being a dreamer to a visionary!
“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.” Matthew 13:44
Fields are where dreams grow!
ONWARD BY FAITH!